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Edgar Allan Poe Quotes

Edgar Allan Poe quotes about time

American Poet, Writer January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849

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Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise? Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thou not torn the... Edgar Allan Poe
Alas! for that accursed time. They bore thee o'er the billow, From love to titled age and crime, And an unholy pillow! From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow! Edgar Allan Poe
Come little children. I'll take thee away, into a landof Enchantment. Come little childrenthe time's come to playhere in my gardenof Shadows. Follow sweet children. I'll show thee the waythrough all the pain andthe Sorrows. Weep not poor childlenfor life is this waymurdering beauty and. Passions. Hush now dear childrenit must be this wayto weary of life and. Deceptions. Rest now my childrenfor soon we'll awayinto the calm andthe Quiet. Come little children. I'll take thee away, into a landof... Edgar Allan Poe
Fill with mingled cream and amber, I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chamber of my brain — Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies Come to life and fade away; What care I how time advances? I am drinking ale today. Edgar Allan Poe
O, Times! O, Manners! It is my opinion That you are changing sadly your dominion I mean the reign of manners hath long ceased, For men have none at all, or bad at least; And as for times, altho' 'tis said by many The "good old times" were far the worst of any, Of which sound Doctrine I believe each tittle Yet still I think these worst a little. I've been a thinking -isn't that the phrase?- I like your Yankee words and Yankee ways - I've been a thinking, whether it were best To Take things... Edgar Allan Poe
Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or silly action for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgement, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such? Edgar Allan Poe
O craving heart, for the lost flowers/ And sunshine of my summer hours!/ The undying voice of that dead time,/ With its interminable chime,/ Rings in the spirit of a spell, / Upon thy emptiness--a knell. / I have not always been as now: Edgar Allan Poe
But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate;(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow. Shall dawn upon him desolate!)And round about his home the glory. That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story. Of the old time entombed. Edgar Allan Poe
I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without the power to comprehend as men, at time, find themselves upon the brink of rememberance, without being able, in the end, to remember. Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe quote: "When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time..."
When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket. Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe quote: "The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it..."
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led. Edgar Allan Poe

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